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“Oscar, Oscar! Over here!”

A young boy tugs at his pant legs, trying to get the man’s attention. He was pointing at a luxurious carriage that was making its way through their small village. Rowdy and impatient as he can be, Oscar smiles at him. “Hold up Jack, let’s wait for Lena to finish her meal.” 

Jack wanted to quickly finish their picnic to hopefully catch a glimpse of whatever nobles may be present in that grand carriage. He sets Jack back down on the worn, wooden bench the Holden Orphanage provided. Oscar was currently a volunteer at the property. He was not permitted to leave the territory of this small village, far from the Empire, what he used to call home. However, he found himself happy to work with the children he often pitied when he was still a noble. 

Not too long ago, I was riding a carriage like that.  

A passing remark, however he found that he had little to no lingering attachments to that life. He often felt undeserving of such lifestyle in the first place. His current predicament suited him much better. He was sure his sister would agree.

“I’m okay Oscar, you should go with Jack to see what’s going on,” the girl, Lena, softly spoke. The two were siblings that Oscar took upon himself to look after. Lena, the older sibling, was often mistaken for being Jack’s twin, as she made it a habit to give her rations to her younger brother. The orphanage simply did not provide enough for a child to be full. Their village was far from the Empire, and located in difficult terrain to travel to and from. It did not help that handful of the priests and sisters often gave themselves greater rations. It did not help that Oscar was banned from leaving the village.

If only I could do more for the children…

“It’s alright, Lena. Here, I’m not that hungry, have some more of my bread and then the three of us can go watch.”

Lena was hesitant, as ever since Oscar began volunteering at their orphanage, he’d always give up his bread, soup, milk, lentils, whatever was offered by the orphanage, to either her or Jack. “But…” was all she could muster before Oscar gave her a reassuring, radiant smile. She split the loaf in two and gave the other back to the man, a compromise Oscar was willing to accept.

“Thank you Lena.”

“...This was your bread.”

He chuckled, “haha, you’re right, but thank you anyway.” He was used to the soft, buttery bread that the chef at his old manor would prepare for him and his sister, Isis. Nowadays, he found himself grateful to be eating hard, stale bread, reminiscent of cardboard. That was the type of man he was, though, grateful for the opportunities he still had. To him, it was rewarding enough to provide for Lena and Jack, as well as the other children in the orphanage. They quickly finished their meal and Oscar hoisted little Jack up in one arm and held Lena’s hand in the other. Oscar felt himself falter a little, but regained his balance, as to not worry the siblings. Truthfully, he was starving, and had not eaten a proper meal since he was exiled. He couldn’t find himself worthy of eating his full rations, while the children barely had any on their plate.

Nonetheless, the siblings and Oscar had a great time watching and chatting about the unexpected visit of a noble.

“It must have been about the new tax law the head of Veritas introduced.” Oscar noted. “There were talks about the mayor disagreeing with the 20% increase.”

Jack tilted his head, signaling puzzlement, while Lena sighed. “I wish you were mayor, Oscar. You know waaay more than the stupid mayor.” She quipped again, “even better, I wish you were the lord that looked after the village.”

Oscar softly laughed, finding that thought amusing, “I don’t know, I’m just making the same observation anyone would."

“But if you were in charge of this place, you would definitely give us more food!”

“And toys!” Jack chimed in, a little clueless but he also liked the thought of Oscar holding more authority.

“And warm baths! And maybe more clothes too. I’ve always wanted to wear a real dress,” Lena exasperated, balling her fists in the scratchy, worn linen, covered in patches and Oscar’s earnest attempts at sewing.

He found himself entertained by the idea, laughing again, “yes, I’d love to give you and Jack a fresh set of clothes, ones that aren’t riddled in holes.” His wage wouldn’t be enough to buy them a single sock, however. “You’d look beautiful in a gown fit for a princess… and Jack in—”

“The finest suit of armour!!”

Oscar smiles and dramatically points an imaginary sword to the sky. “Yes! And your sword would gleam in the sunlight, like the finest knight in the Empire.” Jack and Lena burst into a fit of giggles, as he’d always find a way to try and make them laugh. However, he felt himself getting light headed from standing up too abruptly. Quickly managing his facial expression before turning back to the pair, he gave them a radiant grin and a pat on their heads. “Alright, it’s almost time for your afternoon lessons, isn’t it? Let’s go back now, we wouldn't want to get scolded by Sister Grace, would we?”

The two shuddered at the thought, and huddled under Oscar’s arms, all making their way back to the orphanage. Admittedly, Oscar rushed them back inside so he could rest in his room, so as to not worry them or any of the other children. Handing off the pair to the said Sister Grace, Oscar shuffles to his room, holding the wall as if it was his life line. Fumbling with the doorknob and kicking his shoes off, he finally collapsed onto his bed. It was hard and not a pleasant surface to sleep on at all, but the man quickly found himself sinking into his sheets, a wave of tiredness seeping into his body. Finally closing his heavy eyelids shut, he began to sleep…

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“My child…”

A benevolent being, calling themself “God,” reached out to a dazed and confused Oscar Frederick. The man tried to recall how he got here. He was falling asleep, passed out of exhaustion, when his eyes jolted open again, only to find himself in a heavenly realm. Ache and fatigue lifted from his shoulders, the burden of labour had miraculously vanished. It’s been some time since he felt this light.

“If you are awake, come to me.” 

Once again that voice called to Oscar, beckoning him down a path of clouds. He hesitantly got up and looked around while shuffling his way to the god. Warm sunlight filled the vast, infinite space of clear skies and large clouds. Finally, he reached the throne of the Great Guardian of the Empire, the original god who bestowed the imperial family with power. Their golden aura almost blinded Oscar to his knees, however it did not stop him from bowing down and greeting God with the attitude and grace of a former noble.

Oscar had plenty of questions to ask, sweat dripping down his forehead. Finally, he asked God, “my apologies, but why… Why am I here? How did I get here?” 

God’s expression was unreadable but Oscar felt strangely comforted by it. “My child… you are on the brink of death. Starvation and exhaustion have caught up to you. I am here to give you a second chance.”

“W-wait, so, am I deceased now?”

“Not quite, but close. When those who have a connection to the imperial family are in danger, my power manifests itself to rescue the individual.” God calmly spoke. “Perhaps this time, I was far too cruel. The events that played out were a bit harsh for a kindhearted man such as yourself.”

Oscar began to recall such events. Belittled by his elder sister all his life, his father’s death, the ruin of his family in the wake of the aristocratic faction’s treason. His mind then wandered to a particular lady, her golden locks and beautiful eyes evocative of a lush green forest, bringing back warm yet painful memories. All the tragedies in his life happened because he didn’t step up, wasn’t brave enough, lacked a spine. Some times, he did wonder why God let his life play out like that, but deep down he knew it was him that was truly lacking. He had no one to blame but himself, not that he could find it in his heart to place the blame on someone else in the first place.

“I am fond of your altruism. The empire could use a man as kind as you. As a gesture of forgiveness, I wish to give you a second chance, and I will return you back into the body of your 16 year old self.”

Feeling his body get lighter and lighter, he realized the dream was fading away.

“Do not waste this opportunity, boy…” God spoke. “And best of luck…”

There were still a million questions he wanted to ask. What will happen to the children at the orphanage? Will he keep his memories? Why him? Why was he chosen by God for a second chance? All questions would be left unanswered as he lost consciousness in this realm…

Suddenly, his body jerked, and eyes snapped wide open. He stood up quickly from his bed, feathery silk sheets slipping off his body and blinding warm sunshine seeped through the delicate lace curtains. His body felt well-rested, for the first time in a while. That constant hunger ache that plagued his stomach was nowhere to be. He really had returned back to the room he resided in while at the academy.

There was a plate of cookies left on his desk, remembering the night before, he wanted to save them for his next study session. Having his past memories and current ones clashing his psyche felt surreal to him. Waves of memories flooded into his mind, overwhelming him. Exam dates, study notes, economy lectures, typical memories a student would have began to bombard him, but as well as memories of his family and friends. A sudden memory alerted him. 

He remembered now, it was the day his friend, Cain Roscente, asked him to accompany him back to the Roscente manor. The day he first met the beautiful rose, that was Aria Roscente.

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“Oscar, how come you never wear that bluey, greeny thingy?”

It was a calm Saturday for the three, and they decided to hang out in Oscar’s room. Although, it was more like the siblings slipped in while Oscar was going through his past belongings. He had sold most of it or donated them to the orphanage. Jewels, watches, high quality cloaks and cravats he had no use for. Despite his new frugality, he did hold onto one precious gem from his old life.

Lena scoffed, “oh Jack, that’s called a pendant. And it’s turquoise, not bluey green. I’ve already told you this before.” 

However haughty Lena was, she also looked up at Oscar, just as curious as her brother was. Bemused, Oscar thought it was time to tell them about this special keepsake of his. Fiddling with it in his hand, he gave it to the siblings, trusting them to handle it with care.

The two stared at the gemstone in awe, fingers tracing the beautifully forged golden edges of the pendant. Jack held it up to the window, letting the sunlight bounce off the stone and light scatter the room.

It was as if her presence permeated throughout the room, haunting Oscar at his weakest and most yearning. Reminding him of what he lost.

It was as beautiful as it was painful.

A tentative, small smile appeared on the older’s face. It lingered for a moment, then Oscar explained. “It was a gift from someone I treasured. At first, I was burdened by the extravagance of it. I even tried to return it to her at one point. It didn’t exactly suit someone like me.”

“That’s not true! I think it’s really pretty with your eyes.” Lena interjected.

"Me too, me too! Both are super sparkly and pretty!” Jack agreed.

A bashful expression crept onto Oscar's face. “Thank you, Lena, Jack… I did quickly learned to love it after, though. If only I was more honest with my feelings towards her. I wish I had given her a better gift in return, back then.”

“Is it the same girl you told us about before?” Jack innocently asked.

Lena, not saying anything despite usually reprimanding her brother’s lack of sensitivity, also had the same question plastered all over her face.

“Ah, yes, she is the same girl. She was…” He trailed off, words to describe her were lost on him. Words to describe how much he missed her bubbled in his throat, begging to be released, yet nothing could come out. 

“She… everything about her… I just wasn’t enough for someone who shined as bright as she did.” Stopping himself before saying something he’d regret, he took a deep breath. 

Memories of her were still too raw.

“I’m sorry you two, I’m afraid I’m not teaching you guys good habits. Don’t grow up to be as sheepish as I am.”

Still coming to terms with his time travelled self, he was losing grip of reality. God? Time travel? It was all too much for the now teenage boy to handle. How on earth could he prove he wasn’t in some sort of ridiculously elaborate dream sequence? He felt like he woke up from a horrible nightmare. Surely that is not what my future life looks like, right? You have to be kidding me…

“What on earth…” He mumbled under his breath. He swayed, accidentally slamming his palm on the desk and rubbing his temple with the other. The pain from his headache was certainly real, so there was no doubt about it. He had an excellent memory, recalling everything he experienced in, what he hoped, was just a dream. Did the Great Guardian of the Empire know the unintended consequences of sending his soul back to the past? 

Did I just get a warning from God..? Would that be my future if I continued to stay the way that I am? Did I really live like that until I dropped dead with exhaustion?  

Could he tell anyone about this? He was struggling quite hard with how to cope with the suddenness of it all. 

All his life he’s been told what to do, say or think. Whether it was by his father, tutors, or especially his elder sister, they’ve all shaped him into the timid boy that was born to be the puppet Isis would control. He bet anyone else would have quickly grasped the situation and figured out how to act accordingly. 

He couldn't deny how real that “dream” felt and believed he was sent back to remedy his wrongs.

Which… is exactly what God probably intended but I’m always second guessing myself… I definitely can’t tell anybody about this. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t even believe me in the first place- I mean it’s just all so absurd, maybe it was all just a dream-

Suddenly, a boisterous young man invited himself in through the door, snapping Oscar back to reality. 

“Cain…” Oscar breathed out, barely able to register anything other than that his friend just broke his doorknob to get in.

Waltzing right in, Cain Roscente exclaimed, “Oscar! How’s your break been so far? I was thinking about asking you to come with me on an outing!”

A face he felt like he hadn't seen in so long, but in actuality, saw just yesterday. Feelings of familiarity and nostalgia wove together to create a complicated feeling in Oscar’s heart. As expected, he couldn’t treat his past life as just a dream. Cain was one of the criminals who conspired against the Imperial family, one Oscar remembers giving a testimony against. But he was also a friend, one he’s had for all his academic life. At least, in this life, Cain has not yet committed the crimes instigated by his sister, Isis.

 A mixture of guilt seeped into his chest, an ache that radiated throughout his body. In this new life, he was going to try and lead Cain in the right direction.

A difficult, painful expression crossed his features, but Cain looked expectantly at the boy. He opened his mouth to ask again. “So are you coming?”

Oscar, not hearing him, blinked cluelessly and stared as he was still processing the onslaught of memories attacking his mind. 

“Ah… Oh yes, forgive me.” Oscar muttered. “To your manor, yes?”

It was Cain’s turn to blink mindlessly at the other.

“Huh, how did you know? I wasn’t going to tell you so it’d be a surprise.” Cain responded.

“Oh! Uh… It was written all over your face. Sorry about ruining the surprise.” Oscar said, hoping his excuse made enough sense. 

It was enough for someone like Cain to buy, anyway.

“It’s quite alright. I almost thought you would decline and I’d have to beg you anyway!” Cain replied, Oscar catching the hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Haha… Indeed… Well, leaving the dorms for a change of scenery is always nice.”

Cain grinned. “That’s a first from you. Oh, and now that you know, you should get a gift for Mielle then. A bouquet of flowers is a great choice,” he said, while obnoxiously nudging Oscar’s elbow. He knew he would be betrothed to the girl, but he could never feel anything but indifference toward her.

Mielle was lovely, delicate like a lily; eyes round that exuded innocence as pure as morning dew. Her buttery blonde locks dripped down from her roots, silky and immaculately straight. An educated, bright little lady. She was a mild faced beauty, letting her elegant poise speak for itself. However her true, spiteful and ugly nature would be revealed when she disabled her father and poisoned her brother, conspiring to poison Aria and her servant, Annie, as well. 

Not to mention how distasteful he found the tea parties, put off by just how much Isis and Mielle blathered about disposing of individuals who did not fit their impossible standards. He found himself getting embarrassed that he resorted to playing fake lovers with such a girl, just to appease his sister.

Oscar found it a bit ironic how Aria was the opposite, as rumours circulating right now would paint her as an immature, rotten girl who’s tormening the poor Mielle. The Aria he remembered though, would be able to turn around most of the rumours soon.

Cain looked at his friend expectantly again, and Oscar found himself blurting out, “Yes! yeah, uhm, a bouquet of white lilies would be appropriate, and a bouquet of red roses for your step-sister, as well…"

Once again, Cain stared at him, but his expression soured, now confused.

“I don’t recall telling you a gift is required for that girl.”

The tone in his voice annoyed Oscar, a feat even he was surprised by, hardly anything got under his skin, afterall. Still, he controlled his emotions and thought about the most neutral response he could.

“It’s for formality's sake. I’m sure it would look strange to not give both sisters something.”

Truthfully, he thought to himself how Mielle didn’t deserve even a single petal. Albeit, she had not strayed down that path yet, finding it uncharacteristic of him once again to feel so negatively about someone. Perhaps he could save her from going down a hate-filled and foolish path, too.

“Hmph. Suit yourself. Get ready to go in 20,” Cain curtly responded, not quite sure if he even remembers ever mentioning the prostitute's daughter in front of his friend. Swiftly closing the door behind him, Oscar quickly packs a suitcase. Not much is needed as he’ll ask his attendant to bring some extra clothes. They’ll be picking up the flowers on the way. 

He had a lot on his mind during this time, between studying and his stressful home life. He reminisced how the other night his elder sister, Isis, had advised him to continue his friendship with Cain, pleased he made a friend without her assistance, and with the boy from the family she had planned to add to her web of connections, nonetheless.

At some point of their friendship, Isis would have sent him to their residence anyway.

My maid panicked as she saw me walking down the stairs in my plain dress and shawl over my shoulders. 

“Ah, my lady..!” Even without hearing Jessie’s frantic voice, I could immediately tell who the secret guest was. “Young master Cain and Sir Oscar have arrived.” 

It was Oscar Frederick.

Mielle and Oscar weren’t supposed to meet until later on. Did her letters move their meeting earlier? I can’t believe I’m meeting him for the first time while looking like this…!

I need to collect myself. 

It’s fine. It’s just earlier than expected. What I need to do is still clear…

“Jessie, prepare my clothes and fix my hair.”

“Yes, my lady.”

Close to arriving at the Roscente manor and seeing it just over the horizon, Oscar stared out the carriage window, longingly. It felt unreal to see the house after everything that conspired. It’s the home Aria lived in. The home she currently lives in. Holding the bouquet of roses closer to him, the action made Cain glance at Oscar, unsure why this gesture made the blonde feel uneasy.

“What a lovely residence.”

“Don’t flatter us, future Duke of Frederick.” Cain chuckled, “My father would be happy to hear that, though.”

Oscar nodded, “I’m glad. It’s a shame I am unable to greet him during my visit. I hope he returns from his business trip safely.” 

Thinking about the count and his fate made Oscar wince, unable to imagine the pain of his own daughter pushing him off a fleet of stairs.

Maybe in this life, I could prevent that from happening. Afterall, my sister planted that seed.

However, while Oscar was worrying over the future of the Count, clicking his tongue and folding his arms, Cain was about to unleash a rant on Oscar.

“Ugh. Don’t even get me started. On his last business trip, he brought home the prostitute and filthy little girl,” he scoffed, voice heavy with disdain. “I can’t stand to see that audacious woman act like she’s a real countess. Now that he’s finally going on trips again, he mustn’t embarrass our family this time. I’m inheriting his title after all,” Cain rambled.

Even Oscar couldn’t ignore how arrogant that sounded, but he agreed with Cain to a certain extent. The Count didn’t think twice before introducing new family members to his pre-existing ones, treating the Countess and her daughter as mere decorations to put on the Roscente family tree.

It’s unfair to both Cain and Mielle, and especially unfair to the Countess and Aria…

Unable to find the words to continue the conversation, Oscar awkwardly sat there until they shortly arrived at the front entrance’s gate. Cain, unbothered, grabbed their bags and tossed them to the hands of one of his servants, not forgetting to snatch the bouquet of roses from Oscar.

“Look, you can hand these to that girl, but don’t hand it to her at the same time as my sister. I’m worried it’ll upset her.”

Aria is also your sister, though? 

“...Alright. I’ll ask my attendant to hold on to it for now.” He reluctantly agreed.

Cain approved with a nod, though his expression remained rigid. As large, mahogany doors creaked open, the pair were immediately greeted by the young lady of the Roscente house, Mielle.

She looked overjoyed, dressed in the outfit Oscar gifted her two birthdays back. The cream coloured dress no longer fit her but she ordered alterations to be made just to wear it for Oscar to see.

“Welcome back brother!” She gleamed, happily skipping to them.

Cain looked fondly at his sister, earlier bitterness washing away. “I’m home Mielle, have you been well? Greet my friend Oscar here.”

She eagerly nodded and excitedly gushed, “Welcome, Sir Oscar! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, I am Cain’s younger sister, Mielle Roscente.” 

She curtseyed, then raised her head again. Her cheeks were rosy with delight that she was meeting her unofficial, official fiancé. Oscar felt just as awkward as the first time being in this situation, perhaps even making it twice as awkward.

“Hello, my lady ” he answered, more curt than he intended, but handing the younger the bouquet only made her beam even brighter. 

Until she heard a certain someone’s maid. 

“Ah, my lady..!”

Oscar was first to turn his head in the direction of the noise, immediately recognizing it was the arrival of Aria Roscente. The raven-haired maid looked anxiously at the three down the stairs, and then back at her master.

Fresh from the lull of sleep, Aria looked slightly disheveled, donning a simple mauve dress and covered by a shawl. 

She looked surprisingly flustered for a brief second, quickly switching to proper noble etiquette and elegantly bowed. Of course, Oscar returned the bow happily, remarking how this time, he noticed how Mielle's face twisted in disgust. He half expected this, recalling how much Mielle and his sister hated Aria, but how he didn’t notice in his first life made him realize how clueless he was at times.

Aria excused herself and gracefully drifted back upstairs with her maid, Jessie, following shortly behind.

Gritting her teeth, Mielle calmed herself and turned back to her crush. 

“S-sir Oscar, we’ve prepared some food that might suit your taste after we heard you were coming.” 

Cain tilted their head in agreement. “Come to think of it, it’s way past lunch time. Let’s head to the dining room.”

“Ah… Then I’ll gratefully join.” Oscar replied.

After being escorted to the dining table, maids made meticulous work of setting up their plates, cutlery, and cups. Chefs brought out their course of crisp greens and cuts of veal glazed in a carmeline sauce.

Oscar brooded. He felt unsettled being served fresh food, which was also strange, as he lived the majority of his life as a noble. He must’ve grown used to the life of a commoner, though. 

I wish the children at the orphanage could enjoy this food right now.

The only comfort Oscar could provide himself was that the majority of the kids were not even born yet. He learned to make his own food and often took it upon himself to serve the children in the orphanage. He was always appreciative of the work servants would take on, but now that he was in a position of privilege again, he felt that even more so. 

“Thank you.” he smiled at one of the maids pouring his glass of water. She looked a bit flustered and adamantly told him it was no trouble, running back to where the rest of the maids were standing.

Was that strange of me to do?

He always had a habit of thanking anyone who did anything remotely close to an act of service, a habit Isis would shake her head in disapproval every time. His servants were used to it, but it must be different at the Roscente manor.

Mielle, looking slightly irritated, chirped up regardless. “Please don’t mind her, Sir Oscar, she must be new.”

“Ah, it’s really okay, my lady.” he said.

Mielle switched the topic to talking about their academic life but Oscar found himself expectant of Aria’s arrival.

She should be here any moment now.

As if on cue, Aria carefully walked in with a baby blue dress on, detailed in fine lace but design simple and elegant overall. 

“Excuse me…” she pried, eyes looking innocently at the three. “No one called for me even after some time passed, so I came down on my own…”

Oscar’s breath hitched, even though he saw her earlier up the stairs in the lobby, seeing her up close again made time stop for him. Her silky, smooth voice made him nervous and palms a little sweaty.

“Am I bothering you all?” Aria asked.

Mielle looked like she wanted to immediately say yes, but she couldn’t risk looking like a horrible sister in front of her crush, dropping her fork in shock at the sudden dainty approach Aria decided to take.

“Oh no…” Oscar replied, trying hard not to smile at the sight of her. Being calculative was not his strong suit, finding it hard to repeat his lines. “They seem to have forgotten to call you down due to my sudden visit. I will apologize on their behalf.”

The servants awkwardly shifted, Oscar now catching on that Aria was purposefully not invited down, based on the worried faces the maids made at their master, Mielle. He had a feeling he would begin to notice more hidden details he missed the first time.

“Why aren’t you bringing her food out?” Oscar inquired at the maids, standing up to gesture Aria towards the dining table, watching the maids hurriedly dash towards the kitchen. Taking advantage of the fact that he was already standing, he walked over to Aria’s seat and pulled it out for her. 

“Oh my, thank you sir.” Aria hummed, side eying Mielle with a smirk.

“My pleasure, my lady.” Oscar replied. Seating himself back on his side of the table, he introduced himself officially. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Oscar from the Frederick family.”

“It’s an honour to meet you, My name is Aria,” She said, her efflorescent smile so beautiful, it charmed her step-brother, Mielle and Oscar both feeling the slimness oozing off of Cain for being so entranced by her.

“Mielle, are you alright? You don’t look too well,” She snided, covering her mouth with her hand. “You also dropped your fork just now.”

“I-I’m fine.” Mielle flinched at her words, trembling with frustration that the spotlight had been taken from her. 

While Oscar and Aria conversed and Cain looked away, somewhat embarrassed for looking at his step-sister like that, Mielle stewed in her anger. She was waiting for the opportunity to cut off Aria mid sentence, unable to withstand their friendly chatter anymore.

“Os-”

“Oscar!” Mielle interjected. “I know this is late but I wanted to thank you for this dress. It was so pretty that I’ve been saving the opportunity to wear it for the first time today.”

Curious as to what Aria was going to say before Mielle cut her off, she instead sipped her tea, as if to let Mielle stumble over her words in pathetic desperation. Not wanting to make his curiosity obvious, he quickly turned to his admirer, as now Cain and Mielle stared in anticipation. 

“I’m glad you liked it,” He said, again, in a tone as neutral as possible.

Taking this as a sign, Mielle lit up again. “I wanted to gift you some clothes in return, as well! I wasn’t sure what you’d like, however…”

“How about we all go shopping together? I think it’s time I buy some new clothes as well,” Cain chimed in, once again elbowing Oscar’s arm. The siblings were on the same wavelength, of course though, that meant excluding Aria. She was never in the conversation to begin with. 

Finding shopping unpleasant, he remembered what he told the siblings the first time.

“No, I’m fine,” He bluntly said. “I have my own tailor and the academy does not require casual clothing.” He replied, smiling as if not dropping a bomb on the siblings. He continued, “I think it’d be better if you two went, instead.”

“N-no! We can’t just leave a guest alone in this residence!” Mielle panicked.

“I won’t be alone,” Oscar calmly retorted. “Lady Aria will be here, no?”

Although Oscar self-admitted he was not the calculative type, and what he said had originally no manipulative intent, he was definitely saying it now with the intention of being alone with Aria.

The two left with a huff, Mielle especially bewildered that Oscar would suggest such a thing. Their pride as noblemen would not allow them to take back their word however, and leaving Oscar alone with Aria was following code of etiquette.

As I closed my bedroom doors behind me, I couldn’t help but dance in joy. Everything was going according to plan.

“My lady, what should I do about the handkerchief?” Jessie asked, looking a little worried for my sanity.

“Give it to me,” I told her. “You can leave now, too.”

I brought the handkerchief with me just in case, but the timing wasn’t quite right but I’m not quite sure when Mielle will give Oscar her handkerchief. It was probably made by someone else anyway. Still… I should carry it with me just in case.

Hearing the sound of neighing, I peeked out the window to see Mielle and Cain leave with the carriage. Gosh, they could just take their word back, but because of their pride as nobles, they’re unwilling to swallow even the smallest amount of embarrassment.  Well it’s a plus for me so…! 

I opened my history books and began to skim through them, reading about the ancestors of those disgusting nobles I met at parties. 

All glorified heroes in the history books. As expected of nobles, stating how looting and murdering are wise ways to rule over people. How barbaric. All thoughtless and only caring about filling their own stomachs… I guess I’m no different since I wasted all my wealth after my status changed. I’m also…

… I need a change of scenery. Should I go there?

The indoor garden...

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I found myself lightly giggling at how well taken care of the indoor garden was, after all, mother never bothered giving it any attention. Looks like the servants have been taking good care of it. And here she said she was going to have an elegant hobby…

It’s a little hot and dry here. I figured it would get better if I watered some plants. I’ve been thinking about too many useless things, I need to appreciate and enjoy the things I’ve been given, such as the opportunity to be alone with Oscar… Now that those pests have gone shopping.

Why did I even think about such bothersome ideas? 

While looking up at the hanging plants near the doorway, I thought to myself how peaceful this place was. After finishing up, I’ll be sure to feel more refreshed.

Climbing the ladder was difficult, but it was the last batch of plants. I’m not one to leave a job undone, afterall.

However, the water suddenly started sloshing around and I realized too late I was losing balance. I heard the door to the garden open, and panicked. With quick force, I jerked myself upright on the ladder, catching the watering can on an angle, spilling all the contents inside.  

I heard the poor soul I just poured water all over let out a surprised yelp. I climbed down, worried about how much I must have soaked them. 

“I’m so sorry! You should have let me know you were coming in. Who-“ but before I could finish my sentence, I froze in shock. 

I spilled water all over Oscar Frederick.

“S-sir Oscar!?”

Dammit! Why was he here? I can’t believe I’ve made such a horrible mistake!

After the lunch time debacle, Oscar was escorted to a guest room. While Mielle and Cain hoped he would remain in that room, he had other plans. 

He was going to find Aria, and he knew exactly where to look.

It was pure coincidence in this previous life that he bumped into her, but it was a fateful encounter. He would gladly get soaked in a bunch of water again if it meant getting Aria’s personally embroidered handkerchief. 

Oscar was waiting for his attendant, Ronan, to leave, so the second Ronan walked out the door, Oscar jumped into action. He immediately power glided toward the indoor garden, servants wondering what on earth he was doing but not confident enough to ask the young lord.

It was easy to find, as the garden was located southwest of the residence, bathing in abundance of afternoon sunlight. He approached the door, just not entering yet.

I need to wait for the perfect time to go in so I can get a bunch of water dumped on me. Is that weird? I really want that handkerchief though…

Once again, servants passing by looked concerned for their guest, who was staring at the door but not entering. The mind of nobles cannot be comprehended , they must have thought to themselves. 

Hearing the soft patter of Aria’s footsteps on the ladder, he knew it was almost time for him to enter. With the squeak of the ladder and clatter of the watering can, he opened the door, breezing in and braced for the splash.

The cold water saturated his blazer and began to slowly seep into his dress shirt. Out of force of habit, he immediately shrugged off his blazer and began wiping his hair and shaking his head like a wet dog. He freezed midway, however, as Aria looked genuinely puzzled along with her panic of getting the young lord of the Frederick house soaking wet.

Oscar knew where he got this habit from. In the summers of his exile, one of his many volunteer duties at the orphanage was watering the vegetables, a task the kids loved to do with him. Full blown water fights and laughter would break out, and a scolding from Sister Grace or Sister Maria would follow. He’d always take off his jacket or vest to wipe his and the children’s hair, earnest attempts at preventing them from catching a cold. 

The noble Oscar, the Oscar aware of etiquette and his reputation, paused mid head shake to look at the confused girl in front of him.

Ah… I messed up..! She was supposed to wipe me off with the handkerchief!

Aria, though, still looked horrified at the fact she made such a blunder and caused the young lord to shake off the water she poured all over him.

“A-are you alright!?” She fretted. She took the sleeves of her dress and frantically wiped the rest of the water off, getting herself wet in the process. That didn’t matter to her, though. All she could think about was how to fix things. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t see who was going through the door and-“

“Lady Aria,” Oscar interjected. “At this rate, you’ll get wet, as well.”

“I’m fine, I’m r-really sorry…” She quivered, on the verge of tears. Visions of her beheading flashed before her eyes, convinced this minor setback would doom her to the gallows once more. 

Oscar noticed her trembling and wondered why such a situation would terrify the young lady so badly. It hurt to see her so scared. He could see the start of tears begin to glisten in her eyes. “My lady, it’s my fault, please don’t apologize.” He calmly said.

Aria looked up at him, still terrified but slightly relieved she had not offended him. She let out a light sigh and rubbed her eyes before Oscar approached her closer and wiped her tears for her.

“Lady Aria, please don’t cry…” He spoke in a gentle manner, barely above a whisper. Internally, Aria had no idea what to do. His kind gesture was probably the best thing to come out of this situation, but not something she expected to happen at all. All the cogs that usually worked in her brain started to malfunction, making the young lady flush. Despite this, she had to protect her pride.

“Ah, no, I’m not crying…” She insisted, politely leading Oscar’s hand away from her face. She had no clue Oscar was the touchy type. She dropped her head down to avoid eye contact, trying to seem unphased.

Oscar could see right through her, though. He had a weak spot for people who looked pitiful. Even though he knew Aria was no lady to be pitied, he wanted to know what scared her so badly to the point of tears.

“Please… tell me what I did to scare you so much. What can I do to make it up to you?” He gently asked. He instinctively lifted his hand again, not sure what he was reaching for, her hair? Her face? Before he could do anything, Aria grabbed his hand and he felt the soft touch of velvet and delicate embroidery thread.

“No, I should be the one to make it up to you,” she retorted. Since she ended up in this situation, she might as well make the most of it by enacting her original plan. “I just remembered I had a handkerchief on me. It must have escaped my mind since I was so flustered. Please take this for now,” said, eyes glistening in hopes he’ll take it with no pushback.

How perfectly calculated , he thought. Of course, talking about his own plan and blissfully unaware it was Aria’s scheming.

Knowing that a noble lady signals interest by offering a handkerchief, he immediately accepts it. He doesn’t wipe the water off himself, however, not wanting to potentially dirty the beautiful needlework. An expectant stare from Aria however made him suddenly aware of his actions, so he pretended to dry himself to avoid looking strange.

Looking at the handkerchief, he could really see how beautifully Aria crafted his family crest. He cleared his throat to ask Aria about the design choice, “This is…?”

“Oh, the truth is, I used your family’s crest as practice since it was so pretty… I hope you don’t mind,” She replied, looking bashful and fidgeting with her hands. “You’re the first guest I have ever greeted at this mansion and also happen to be someone from the Frederick family…”

God, she’s adorable.

“I remembered I made this so I took it out, that’s why I'll be very happy if it’ll be useful to you.” She continued, wondering if she was over-explaining, but her strategy was to weave her way through conversations, trapping the other person into giving the response she wanted. “Oh no! I’m sorry if I’ve offended you by using your crest…”

Oscar was more than happy to comply with her, though. “No, not at all. You’re very skilled, I'm honored. May I keep this?”

Overjoyed but having to keep her composure, Aria smiled brightly at him. “Of course,” she said, wondering how this encounter was going way better than what she had in mind. 

Yes!

Oscar himself was also overjoyed, as he was one step closer to Aria. In the past, his sister Isis threw away the handkerchief after learning it was crafted by Aria. In this timeline, he would make sure it was taken care of and hidden from her.

They walked out the garden door and Aria suddenly remembered, “Right! Let’s get you a bath and a servant will escort you when it is dinner time.” 

She was so happy that she was distracted by the fact that Oscar still needed a bath and a change of clothes. Though she was reluctant to part ways with him now, she was looking extremely forward to dinner… 

They reached a corridor where they had to go their separate ways, and Aria wasn’t sure if it was imagination, but she swears she could see a pair of dejected looking dog ears on top of Oscar’s head…

“Alright, Lady Aria. I’ll see you soon. Again, I am so sorry for causing you such stress.” Oscar said.

“Oh, no! I should be sorry, please don’t worry, Sir Oscar. I’ll see you soon, as well.” She replied, blinking twice. Was she going crazy?

Truthfully, the manner in which Oscar reacted to the watering can incident sparked a strange fondness in her heart. When she was still a commoner, she remembered how fun it was to play by the river, no matter how dirty it was. It was a sanctuary from the beating hot sun, where the neighboring boys and girls would have water fights. The luxury of having towels did not exist for them, and so they shook their wet heads and dried themselves in the sun. Of course, she would never trade her current lifestyle for her old one, but good memories are good memories.

There was no way a noble young lord from one of the most prestigious houses in the empire, reminded Aria of her times as a commoner. It just did not make sense…

Chapter Text

It was a breezy afternoon under the canopy of wisteria in the Frederick home garden. Its dusty purple petals fluttered down as Oscar sipped from his teacup, disengaged from the conversation happening in front of him.

He had long grown tired of these tea parties, where nothing but belittling gossip and bad-mouthing took place. His sister and his fiance found immense entertainment by picking apart the individuals in their social circles. Aria was almost always brought up, subject to endless scrutiny.

Oscar looked at his fiance’s blue diamond brooch, a perfect match of his, down to the finest cut. As she moved around, the afternoon sunlight bounced off the stone and obnoxiously glared in his eyes. 

When she first thanked Oscar for such a “thoughtful gift,” he was confused and unable to control his expression once he saw the duplicate. Cain brought him back again from the academy as a graduation celebration. Mielle ran down as always, happy to greet her brother and Oscar, but she switched her attitude as soon as Aria walked in, ready to show off her brooch.

He first thought, ‘my sister must have done this’ and then, ‘how dare she imitate something Aria gave me?’

Mielle continued to thank him, proudly complimenting his good taste in jewels and happily mentioned Lady Isis approving. “She said they looked like a matched set for couples, hehe! I never would’ve guessed you had such a romantic and sentimental side, Sir Oscar.”

‘I’m so sick of this,’ he thought to himself again. Not a single word was uttered from his mouth but Mielle went on anyway, her only goal to purposefully provoke and get under Aria’s skin. He was glad to find that Aria looked like she didn’t care, after all, she was the original gifter of the blue diamond brooch anyway. She politely greeted them, and walked away as usual.

He wanted to talk to her, to write more letters and get closer to her, but his fate was decided. More than anything, he wanted for his sister to leave Aria alone. If he could satisfy Isis by agreeing to the engagement with Mielle, then they’d no longer have any reason to harass her. He had already delayed it long enough.

And… if only he could warn Aria about the upcoming engagement party on Mielle’s birthday.

“Oscar, dear? Hello?”

He snapped out of it, his sister’s voice ringing in his head. Right, they were still at the tea party, and he still had to sit here. He still had to keep up appearances. He still had to nod and agree.

… 

… When did his life go to shit? Was it being born timid and quiet? Was it not advocating for himself when he wanted to study more medicine and economics? Why couldn’t he have been as outspoken as his sister, or as resilient as Aria? He could feel himself breaking down, ever so slightly, not enough to be noticeable, but enough for him to go to bed and then dread the sun coming up the next morning. He might have been downplaying how tired he truly was, but what other choice did he have?

He had to finish what he set out to do, and that was to protect Aria.

“..Yes, sister? Forgive me, I was distracted by Mielle’s brooch…” he mumbled, not even looking at her brooch anymore. Isis twitched her eyebrow, no doubt in her mind that her dearest brother was preoccupied with that harlot’s child, but she decided to spin it in a way that Mielle would love.

“Oh..! But of course..!” Isis said, swinging her head around to look at Mielle sweetly. “Oscar must be pondering how beautiful it looks on you, Mielle. After all, you both shall be wearing them at the engagement soirée.”

Mielle’s expression looked overjoyed, nothing in life could make her happier than the approval of Isis and the engagement to the man with the perfect status. 

“Lady Isis! Gosh, please don’t tease us like that,” Mielle giggled. “I’m so excited, I can’t wait to put that wench in her place,” she added while glancing at Oscar. He made no expression at all, taking another sip of the Kranbar black tea.

“You never had anything to worry about, my dear future sister-in-law,” Isis reassured. “Oscar has always belonged to you, quite rightfully so. That wench never had a chance.”

An engagement was supposed to be a celebration of a union. Two loving individuals who announce to the world of their decision to wed. Only in noble circles was it so common to marry only out of sheer benefit alone. But was it common for a union to be upheld only in spite and venom? The least they could do was be excited and happy for the engagement, yet all they do is bring up a certain girl in every conversation, as if to get back at her for no crime she commited.

However, it wasn’t as if Oscar was happy about the engagement at all, either, further ruining the sanctity of marriage. 

‘Why are nobles even considered closer to God?’ He thought.

“You’re right Lady Isis! It’s just… that vulgar little devil has gotten more irritating by the day,” Mielle huffed. “But I am sure after the engagement is announced, it will quell my nerves.”

“You mustn’t allow such trifles to disturb your composure,” Isis said with a sly smile. “My brother will be yours, and you will become the most noble lady in the Empire—second only to me, of course. Isn’t that right, Oscar?”

Again, Oscar chose not to say anything to that, swirling a teaspoon in his cup. What would it matter if he said something anyway? He didn’t feel like singing fake praises and affection today.

“…I have an appointment with the jeweler,” he announced coolly, abruptly putting his teacup down and preparing to leave. “Forgive me for leaving the gathering prematurely.” 

Mielle’s expression faltered and Isis was ready to make him sit back down, but before his sister could reprimand him for his untimely departure, he knelt down in front of Mielle and kissed the back of her hand. 

“My deepest apologies, Lady Mielle. I shall see you at the soirée.”

She blushed, a wave of relief washed over her. “O-oh I don’t mind, Sir Oscar, I wouldn’t want you to miss your appointment.”

Isis looked equally relieved that her little brother finally understood his place. “Looking for rings for your little bride here now, are we?”

“Lady Isis!!” Mielle flushed deeper, velvet gloved hands cupping her face in embarrassment.

“Oh my, sorry for ruining the surprise,” she winked at the two. 

“Right…” Oscar trailed off before turning and walking away.

The siblings returned from their trip right in time for dinner. As they were all getting seated, Oscar and Aria exchanged glances. They were simply polite and small smiles but it was enough to enrage Mielle. She spent the whole shopping trip worried and thinking about Oscar, now she was wondering what Aria was scheming.

Cain spoke up first. “And how did you fare in our absence?”

“It was quite pleasant, actually. And your excursion? Did anything particularly catch your eye?” Oscar asked, despite already knowing the answer. Should he pretend he wasn’t aware the pen nibs Cain was about to present to him were from Mielle?

Mielle wanted to know what he meant by “pleasant,” but held her tongue and let Cain answer.

“Well sort of. But more importantly, I have a gift for you,” Cain responded, glancing at his sister knowingly. “You said you needed new nibs as yours were noticeably worn down.”

Mielle and Cain looked proud of themselves while Oscar felt the burden of this dazzling display of golden pen nibs. How meticulous, down to the brand and series of nibs he preferred. 

He sighed softly. Still, if something was given with deliberate care, one must respond in kind. “...Thank you, Lady Mielle.”

“N-no worries! I just happened to hear you needed them and thought it would be helpful..!”

“Come on now, I was the one who gifted you them,” Cain joked.

 “You mean you passed them on?” Oscar returned, arching a brow.

“Oh brother, stop that,” Mielle giggled. “I selected that present for him myself! You can choose a gift for him next time yourself.”

“Whatever. You didn’t say anything when I offered to purchase you that peridot headband!”

“Cain, you know I’m always thankful for you. And what did you think about the cufflinks I purchased for father? Would he like them?”

“Of course he’d like them, you have impeccable taste. Maybe you should get one for Oscar, too,” Cain teases, nudging Oscar.

“C-cain!” Mielle squealed.

“Thoughts, Frederick?” Cain continued.

Oscar was starting to get irritated by the siblings and leaving Aria out of the conversation entirely. He understood however, that it was difficult for her to insert herself into the conversation. He couldn’t just leave it at that, though.

“Well I don't know, to be frank. Anyway, did you all happen to purchase anything for Aria?”

The room fell silent. Oscar was aware the two never gifted her anything, not even on birthdays in his previous life, but he didn’t bring it up to innocently ask, he brought it up to make an example of their blatant disrespect.

He glanced at Aria, wondering if he overstepped his position here. She looked shocked at first, but a flash of amusement crossed her features. Oscar wondered if he was imagining things as she composed herself just as quickly.

As for Aria, she would have loved to step in and take this opportunity to embarrass Mielle further, but she was just as curious as to see how far Oscar was willing to push it. She slumped her shoulders slightly and began to look teary-eyed, the servants near the table catching a glimpse and feeling sorry for her.

“Oh my, the young lady and young lord are taking it too far.”

“I heard she bought her maid a gift but not even her own sister?”

“Lord Oscar knows when a lady is being mistreated”

“N-no we didn’t…” Mielle stuttered, desperate to save face in front of Oscar. “I wouldn’t even know what might please elder sister. I mean, o-one ought to give her something she might find pleasant, surely?”

“Yes, quite. It’s a simple matter of unfamiliarity with one’s preferences,” Cain backed up, looking noticeably annoyed that the conversation was heading this way. 

“Sir Oscar…” Aria began softly. Her head was bowed slightly, eyes lifting toward him with practiced grace. “Please do not mind me. As one still new to the family, I understand that my dear brother and sister have yet to understand my tastes.”

“Y-yes! She’s right.” Mielle said, gripping her fork and looking down at her plate.

A sight to behold, the dinner proving to go downhill as Cain was growing irritable, Mielle looked pale, and Aria was on the verge of tears. Oscar almost wanted to burst out laughing, as he was the reason for the mood turning sour, shaking slightly to keep any semblance of his composure. He had a hunch Aria was playing it up for dramatics, but found it so endearing anyway.

Aria, quick to notice the small things, saw the strange face Oscar was making. His expression was composed, save for the barely perceptible quiver at the corner of his mouth, and general shaking of the rest of his body. Not understanding that he was trying to hold in laughter, she assumed that he had a weak spot for the pitiful, body unable to withstand injustice.

Finally taking a deep breath, Oscar thought of a wonderful solution.

A date.

“Well if that’s the case, I would love to know what your preference in gifts are, Lady Aria.” Oscar proposed. 

Both Cain and Mielle’s heads swivelled towards them at this statement. Aria eyes widened in equal bewilderment before responding.

“Sir Oscar…! Truly, there’s no need, I assure you, I’m already quite fortunate simply to reside here,” Aria replied, lowering her gaze modestly, secretly jumping for joy in her head. She had no idea Oscar would show this much interest in her.

“Oh, but I must insist. Since these two have already gone on an excursion, I daresay they’ll be too weary for another one tomorrow. If it is alright with you, would you care to accompany me to the shopping district?”

Aria blinked, caught off guard once again by how forward he was being. “O-oh… well, if it would not be an imposition…”

Oscar offered a slight, reassuring smile. “Not in the least. It would be my pleasure.”

She hesitated, her fingers gently fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. “Then… ahem , very well. If you truly don’t mind, I would be honoured to accompany you.”

Cain’s face now twisted in confusion, clearly surprised, while Mielle’s fork dropped to the floor and the servants were too invested in this love triangle to care.

“Great,” he said lightly. “Then it’s settled.”

Aria pressed her lips together to contain the smile threatening to escape. “Someone please get Mielle another fork.”

“What just happened?” Aria said aloud. Jesse poured her a fresh glass of orange juice while her master pranced around the bedroom. “Oscar basically just asked me out on a date, Jesse.”

“O-oh, pardon?” She blinked, setting the pitcher down.

“Oscar Frederick just asked me, not Mielle, on a date, D-A-T-E. Do you know what that means?” Aria exclaimed, pointing her glass of juice at her poor maid triumphantly.

“No… my lady, I’m afraid not,” Jesse said, truly worried about the consequences of what was to come after the date. 

“It means I win! Suck it Mielle!”

“My…” Jesse went pale. “Language… My lady…”

“Right, do excuse my tongue. I got ahead of myself there. It’s just… that I’m so happy!” Aria cheered. “Now help me choose the best outfit for tomorrow. Something simple but elegant.”

“Yes… M’lady…” Jesse resigned, however, the sight of her master so joyful warmed her heart. Cleaning up the glass Aria finished, Jesse began to pick out the perfect dress to go with her master’s wishes.

“What just happened…” Oscar thought to himself. “Was that too brazen of me? This feels like a dream.” 

He paced around his room, restless after the dinnertime debacle went down. He was going to ask his other servant, Rowan, to bring him breakfast to his room the next day, as he wouldn’t be able to bear the embarrassment of facing Cain, Mielle, and Aria, all for different reasons.

It was not that he regretted it, if he was sent back a hundred times he would still do it again. But It didn’t change how cringe he felt afterwards. 

“At the least, Aria accepted. That means she wanted to go, right?” He continued to think. “ But what if she felt pressured to accept it since we were at the dinner table!? Oh god, did I cross the line!?”

There was no doubt that long into the night, he would continue this cycle of reassurance and self-doubt.

“What just happened!?” Mielle shrieked as she collapsed onto her silken bedding crying, sulking, and hitting the pillows beneath her in a fit of despair.

Her meticulous and ever so dutiful maid, Emma, brushed gentle fingers through her mistress’s honey-golden locks in an attempt to soothe the seething Mielle. “My lady, please calm down.” Emma begged. “Do not hurt yourself with such force!”

“Why that lowly little wench! I just know that awful girl cast some wicked spell over Sir Oscar while we were out!” she cried, stuffing her face into her pillow. “She must have seduced him in her lowly, stupid manner!"

“Oh, my lady…” Emma murmured, aching at the sight of watching her master so infuriated. “Look at me. You are the very picture of nobility, your veins flow with only the most pristine blood… You are educated—your tutors are the best in the empire. The other young debutantes flock to follow your elegant footsteps.”

“Emma…” Mielle sniffled through tears, lifting her face ever so slightly.

“While that lowborn filth has nothing but coarse manners and common blood. You are superior to her in every conceivable way, I pray you do not get so jilted by that harlot’s daughter!”

“But what am I to do!” Mielle whined. “It seems like Oscar is already enamored with that wench!”

“My lady,” Emma said, voice firm with quiet resolve, “Lady Isis has expressed interest in being your sponsor, remember? She would not stand for this debauchery, Lady Isis will definitely set lord Oscar straight. He is only temporarily distracted, as men so often are—just as your father once was. Noble, yes, but in need of guidance, and it falls to us, as women of dignity, to remind them where their loyalties lie.”

“Yes… yes you’re right Emma! That girl has only her face to rely upon. Ready the ink and parchment! I must write to Lady Isis.”

“Most certainly, my lady.”

Chapter Text

To the Most Honoured Lady Isis of House Frederick,

I write to you with the deepest respect and admiration, trusting that this letter finds you in good health and ever surrounded by the splendour befitting your noble position. It is with great humility that I seek your guidance on a matter of both personal concern and, if I may be so bold, potential political significance.

During a recent afternoon engagement, a situation of some unease and discomfort arose. Your noble brother, Sir Oscar, whom I have always regarded with the highest esteem, found himself in the company of a young lady of questionable origins, that being my step-sister, Aria, whose upbringing falls far short of what our circles demand. Despite the lowly conditions in which she had entered into our household, it appears she has, whether by design or accident, drawn his attention.

I confess, it grieves me to witness such a distinguished gentleman such as your brother entertain a lady so ill-suited to his position. I can only imagine how such a match would be perceived by those within and beyond our noble circles.

Lady Isis, you above all understand the threads that bind power, perception, and blood. With your impending union to His Highness the Crown Prince, you are not just the future Princess Consort, but the guiding hand behind the next era of the Empire. And as such, the alliances formed around you must be forged with precision and forethought.

Of course, I do not presume to speak on his behalf, nor to elevate my own place beyond what is proper. I only write with the hope that you might offer your wisdom, and perhaps, your influence, should you deem the matter worthy of your attention.

You have always been an inspiration to me, my lady. I remain, as always, your most loyal admirer and humble servant.

With all humility, from one who aspires to flourish beneath your guidance,

Lady Mielle of House Roscente

While Oscar got ready for his excursion with Aria, he fiddled with his jacket sleeve and observed himself in the mirror. 

Do I look okay?

Not once had he ever felt insecure about his appearance. Unbothered to court the young ladies of the empire or even develop a personal style of his own, he allowed his personal attendants to dress him in any acceptable manner. Now that he was actually aware of how he might be perceived by Aria, he was feeling the pressure. He didn’t think to bring a larger selection of jackets and now he was regretting his decision.

Curses, I only brought my school vest and outdoor blazer…

Just as he was done fumbling with his hair, his personal attendant, Rowan, knocked on the guest bedroom door. “My lord, are you ready?” 

Downcast, Oscar mumbled, “I guess…” as he opened the door to let Rowan in.

Rowan stared at his sighing master up and down before opening his mouth. “My lord, if I may?”

Oscar tilted his head in a questioning manner, wondering what he was going to say. “Sure, what’s the matter?”

“Ahem… well, excuse my presumptuousness. You need confidence when you’re out with a lady!” Rowan said firmly, eyes wide and fist clenched upwards, with a little more passion in his voice than normal. Oscar was a little taken aback. 

Oscar was a boy who was easy to look after, he never threw a fit, never talked back, and never raised his voice. He was a boy who was always polite and there was a respectful distance in every action. Maids were happy to tend to him but also never felt the need to grow more fond of him. He drifted through a household who liked him but didn’t particularly care about him.

Like every other servant in the Frederick household, Rowan felt the same distance from Oscar. They grew up together, Rowan only being a few years older than him, but no brotherly or remotely close relationship was ever formed. Oscar was kind, and always grateful for his efforts, but his master never opened up to him, and so Rowan never opened up either. 

It was only recently that he noticed his master change. He observed how flustered Oscar was the day Cain Roscente invited him to their manor. He didn’t know what sort of distress was inflicted upon him, but Oscar, for the first time, reached out for help from Rowan.

“Rowan, forgive me for this request. Tomorrow, please pick up two sets of bouquets on the way to the Roscente manor.”

Without question, Rowan obliged, but of course, wondered what they were for. “The Roscente manor has two daughters, but Lady Isis wishes for the young lord to marry the younger of the sisters.” He thought. What was going through his lord’s mind?

There were lots of “firsts” that Rowan witnessed while Oscar was in the Roscente house. It was the first time he had seen a genuine look of excitement from Oscar. He wouldn’t dare assume things but Rowan felt the palpable tension of affection from his eyes, to the way color dusted his cheeks. When Rowan followed his line of sight, it landed on the adopted daughter of Roscente. There was no doubt that Oscar Frederick was enamored by Lady Aria.

There was a pit of unease in his stomach when Rowan realized what was going on. He did not want to make this report to Lady Isis. What was he going to say? “Your younger brother wishes to marry the devil of Roscente instead of Mielle.”

But the day went on and he observed more of their behaviour from afar. Lady Aria was well mannered and polite. It left him thinking who was making up these rumours of her being uneducated and difficult.

He saw how she made Oscar look like a regular boy, laughing, smiling, and blushing. He seemed to enjoy her company so much that Rowan couldn’t help but root for them. 

However, it would be a slippery slope. Lady Isis would jump off a cliff before she would allow this relationship to happen. Again, Rowan had to report this to the Duke or Lady Isis… but who said he had to be truthful in his reports?

It is code of conduct for servants to obey their orders and it was their duty to be honest, but Rowan had always given the same boring report to them:

“How was his school year?”

“ Lord Oscar spent the semester diligently studying.”

“Did he converse with anybody?”

“Lord Oscar has only conversed regularly with Lord Cain Roscente and his professors.”

“…”

Nothing would be out of the ordinary if he continued to report Oscar going about a boring, uneventful day. 

That was the extent that Rowan was planning on doing for Oscar. Afraid of overstepping his master’s boundaries, he was happy with supporting him from the background, but he knew Oscar was timid and nervous. He felt his previous resolve weaken, he wanted Oscar to have a real shot at getting with someone he liked. He had to say something to encourage his love-shy lord.

“Stand up tall and proud.” He said as he moved Oscar’s bangs to the side of his head. “I know it might seem nerve-wracking to be going on a first date with someone, especially someone you’re very fond of, but you’re going to have a far better time if you drop the nerves and just be in the moment.”

Oscar looked at him understandingly, it was the logical choice to believe in yourself and have faith your true self will be likeable and approachable.

“I get what you mean Rowan… thank you, truly- it’s just-“ Oscar stuttered.

“Ah ah ah!” Rowan tutted. “You’ll be alright. Please my lord, just have fun. It seems like Lady Aria enjoys your company anyway.”

Oscar paused, feeling slightly relieved to hear that but unsureness still swirled in his mind. “Are you for certain? Still, what if I bore her with my plain and nervous self…”

Rowan also paused for a moment before answering. “Well, my lord. Firstly, you aren’t plain or boring. You also haven’t had the opportunity to give Lady Aria the bouquet of roses… correct?”

He was correct. Thinking back to all the instances of the time they spent together, Oscar couldn’t find the right time to give Aria the flowers. They’ve just been sitting in a vase of water to prevent them from wilting.

“My suggestion is to upgrade the bouquet. Switch them to a fresher batch and add a little special touch…”

Something clicked in Oscar’s head, it was just what he needed. “You’re right, Rowan! Thank you, I have an idea on how to make the date feel special for Aria…”

To Lady Mielle of House Roscente,

I thank you for the grace and thoughtfulness with which you wrote this letter. It pleases me greatly to know that your heart remains steadfast and your vision unclouded, even amidst such troublesome distractions.

I have long observed your poise, the attentiveness, the understanding of lineage and propriety that so many young women strive to carry. Such as I, you are also a fair example of how a young noble woman ought to be, and I commend that.

I would love to offer you patronage, should you still wish to walk that path beneath my guidance. I see great potential in you, Lady Mielle, not only as a noblewoman but as a future leader among our peers. And, of course, such refinement is best complemented by a union of equal standing.

As for my brother… I would be most pleased to see his future tied to a name that enhances both our families’ strength and standing. A union with House Roscente is a prospect I consider not only appropriate, but advantageous.

However, as you have rightly noted, there are… elements that threaten to disturb what ought to be a natural progression. Some rise quickly, like weeds after a summer rain—quick to bloom, but shallow of root. It would be a shame to see such weeds choke the roses we have so carefully cultivated.

I trust you will know how best to tend your garden.

With warmest regard and expectation,

Isis Frederick